My
brother died on September 2nd 2012. I've said it out loud
so many times to try to find out a meaning out of it. It didn't work.
On June 25th, both my parents and I had a meeting with the
notary in charge of his inheritance. This was going to be the last
time we'd meet with her. The time we'd put a final point (and
signature) to it all. The time we'd seal this sad business once and
for all.
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There
are no word that can describe how it feels to hear the notary stating
out loud that Mr C. had died that day at that place at that time and
that, in front of both his parents, Mr and Mrs C. and his sister, Ms
C., all his belongings, goods and properties that are listed
hereafter now belong to his immediate relatives here present under
the following proportions (50% for the parents and 50% for the
sibblings) and that the inheritance fee to be paid is for a grand
total of that many thousand euros.
All
of the sudden it was real. All of the sudden, what used to be HIS was
now OURS. All of the sudden, he was gone.
Forever.
This is the end, beautiful friend ... May you rest in peace.
